Cast Thee DownA battle drenched in sacred vein A lyre shattered 'gainst The Truth The Kingdom wrought in ruthless pain Idyllic Child now forsoothCast Thee Down
A patriarch had spawned the world A darkened spear of bloodied fence To seek the name from glory hurled As one who came to find me thence
The sky gave in to serpents crazed An Angel perfect ripped of wing
The armor blinding golden blazed Those healing hands whom bells dost ring
Betrayal of man and they who breathe Another day has loathed regret That flaming sword for whom They grieve Through awe inspire
AssumptionsYou probably think a lot of things. You think I care, I know you're wrong. Deceived and disillusioned again. The weak shall die to feed the strong.Assumptions
You think you know what's best for me. You thought you knew me well. You barely know the truth of things You'd rather hurt and yell.
You think You had me figured out. Your hand is my control. Sacrifice me to your spiteful desires. And bury me deep in this hole.
You think that I'm some transient fool. A faceless, lost identity. So far to find my knotted ghost. A tangled, dying entity. &nbs
--
"that place inside
where bare toes dare not tread
and where
rather
would adorn socks
than try to sort through
any warning signs of missing comfort zones "
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